I am Not Spam Thank-You

Okay so I am not sure if someone is playing a practicle joke on me???? but I just discovered my comments are going into spam folders. I found this out by finding my own comment on my own page in a spam folder. And i just finally got around to commenting on blogs in my circles… SO if you see me in your spam folder, please remove me 🙂 I have written WordPress and hope to be released soon. If you thought this was a funny joke, just know this post isn’t one of me being angry. Honestly, I don’t really care, just thought I would let people know that they should check there spam folders for me. It just made me laugh today, everything is making me laugh today. Oh except for the 3 times Owen ran from me when I was trying to get him in time-out, now THAT was not funny.

Though one day our oldest was being put in time-out and she started crying and said, “But I don’t want to go to time-out!” I started to burst out laughing (“Uh, yeah, that’s sort of the whole point, honey!”) so I had to leave the room. I have found that hysterical laughter confuses the discipline process.

I find that typically, my spam filter just eats whatever gets in there. I click on it, and though it says it has captured so many spam comments, there is nothing I can do. Surely you have not been a casualty of my spam incinerator?

Neil, thats funny about your girls. Owen says that to me EVERY SINGLE TIME! I have to start counting to get him moving, and counting means a spank is coming if he has already been offered time out. ah- long days….

I had a problem with comments ending up in spam the other day. I had 4 – 6 comments in one day end up in there but never that many before or since. I don’t know what the deal is. I try to check mine frequently for just that reason. Hopefully they will get it fixed for you!

Neil, I love that- (what you said about your girls) My Gramma tells stories about how my uncle used to run away from her saying, “Nah nah nah nah.” When she finally caught up with him he would drop to the ground and cry, “Uncle!”
Gram said she used to have to send him to his room so that she could compose herself. Even way back in the dark ages, she knew that laughing while she spanked him would not bode well for his mental health.